This flowering is really painful. <br />Philosophically she bares herself <br />And puts on a cover, transparent. <br />I feel like closing my eyes at ‘hers’. <br /> <br />The mood she made in me was mild <br />Like gold and its lenient luxuries. <br />Why is there no leaf or a little shade <br />To be put on her here and there? <br /> <br />I feel shy seeing her clad only in gold. <br />What else has she ever had to bare? <br />But this, ‘that I have nothing to hide’ <br />What is bare, you know, is beautiful. <br /> <br />The Vis(hu) ion of this tree makes all eyes glow; <br />and all the ones who try to frame her ‘Yellow’, <br />blissfully happen to ask, out of pure innocence; <br />What, y’know, what’s the colour of affluence? <br /> <br />She sheds it like still-minted coins of all dimensions. <br /> <br />*Vishu is a festival of the Hindus, and during this period a tree with yellow followers blooms herself all over leaving no leaves on her but only flowers. This flower is a sign of wealth and prosperity for the upcoming year. This tree paints all streets yellow and makes the whole state go gold.<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-colour-of-affluence/
